
Honey, I Broke the Kids
Let’s say you have a child, and if you’re lucky enough that she arrives with all the correct bits and pieces–spleen and fingernails and skeletal system–you feel a little like… Read more Honey, I Broke the Kids →
Let’s say you have a child, and if you’re lucky enough that she arrives with all the correct bits and pieces–spleen and fingernails and skeletal system–you feel a little like… Read more Honey, I Broke the Kids →
When my older daughter was about three, we went to the park on a hot Spring afternoon. Usually I did not have her in a stroller, but because we were… Read more A Cautionary Tale or Two →
… or, assuredly, we will all hang separately.* Being human is not for the faint of heart. Being a kid, being a teen, being an adult, a parent, the child of parents with health or memory issues. There is no age of being human that doesn’t come with challenges. Family helps. But family has changed over the centuries, and our idea of what family owes us (and what we owe our families) has changed too. Time was, if you had children, they were raised to be part of a support system–doing increasingly complex chores,… Read more We Must All Hang Together… →